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Hello David, that’s brilliant! I also think I recall you saying “don’t stop too quickly because this won’t!”. We did manage to keep the rope taut, so no problems. A further coincidence appears after what you said in your post, I don’t know David Bradbury, but was at the local Grammar school at...

Little Miss Dynamite! I would swap Bob Dylan for her anytime! But she would have to be approaching me not leaving. A perfect case of how tricky the English language can be.

Even though I share a birthday with Dylan, (7 years apart) his whining clunky racket never impressed me at all.

Maybe, but I am not amongst them.

Certainly unlikely to be Birmingham Warks! A better version, imo: - Note: it takes a while to start, I thought I‘d hit the mute button. Plus, Vaughn Deleath very nice!

Here you go, I am sure we’ve all got to know this lady at one time or another!

Or “our kid”. But not pronounced with a plum in the mouth, more “aaaahr keed“.

I had no intention of so doing. The intention was to draw a comparison between the past being a different place and the USA being a different place.

Richard, I think my post must have been a bit too cryptic. What confuses me is why people like redundant rust belt workers, miners and folk who have suffered at the hands of those in power for the last many years seem to have fallen for “make America great again”, coming from the mouth of such...

It seems very odd that the retiring President of the USA is a right leaning business person, but a lot of his support is coming from those who would, in this country, be viewed as naturally belonging to the left. Again, “the USA is a different place”, but I wonder how they will write this up in...

I can move forward into the 1950s, if you are interested. My godmother, Aunt Mary, who had lived in an Edwardian end terrace since the 1920s, commissioned a new bungalow to individual design, for her and her mother, the remaining two of the maternal family. She was a senior rank in the police...

Are you familiar with Hilda Ogden’s “Muriel”?

One more tale about the house, by your leave. We got back from somewhere to find Dad drilling holes for radiator brackets and Mum halfway up the stairs with a bucket of water and a scraper attacking the hideous wallpaper left by the last owner. “There’s no need for you to do that Mum”. ”Yes...

I tell a fib! There was a heat and light thing in the bathroom, a plastic housing containing a light bulb and an infra red heating element, plugged into the light socket and controlled by a pull switch with a dangling string. My Dad took one look at it and said “Chuck it in the bin and shiver...

I see and empathise with those whose childhoods were blighted by unhappy or ill matched parents, it must have been a constant struggle for them. As I said before, my family were magnificent in the way they cared for us, not that I didn’t feel the back of the old man’s hand on occasions. My...

Jazz, but a bit London oriented. Four of us had booked a jolly boys day out at a Lord’s test match. Good seats, excellent lunch and a day’s enjoyment in prospect. We had arranged to meet a couple more at the Clissold Arms in Fortis Green for a cooked breakfast, followed by a stretch limo to...

Quite right you are! Never had a beard, and if I grew one these days it would be the old “got yer yed on upside down mate?” joke.

Had the beard bleached, Maurice? :) Happy New Year, all!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I spoke to my pal Ron this evening to wish him and his family all the best, and said “what have you got for Christmas dinner?” ”Double egg and chips.” He’s always been different.

Looking at the above posts about ranges, I had wondered how the 20s/30s houses made do with such tiny kitchens, but if the cooking was done on a range in the living room, or let into a kitchen chimney breast, then there would only be need for a sink, a larder with a stone settle, and space to...